who: janie and brianna
where: their house of crazypants guestage
when: mid morning

Janie had gotten up and was sitting on the floor in the living room, on one of the rugs. She had her tarot cards with her, and while she was still in her jammies and robe, she had brushed her hair and she had a bowl of cereal next to her. She was looking at the card she'd drawn for the day, and musing over it's meanings.

Since you've probably noticed I'm not in your house by now, the answer is yes, I did get relocated back to the creepy drippy basement of Hell House. Though irritated and feeling the deeply-seated need to put my fist through a scientist's face, I am otherwise unharmed and in one piece.

I'd pack up and move again just to piss them off, but I have a feeling moving all my shit is of significantly less hassle to them than it is to me. Assholes.

Um, yeah. Whoever stole the firewood? Not funny. At all. Especially since the weather is shittastic now and I'm not going out again. So, hope you don't mind if we just sit around and freeze when the power goes out for good. Thanks!

Kaori got up, and went to make breakfast. She made scrambled eggs, some sausage, and coffee, before she squeezed fresh orange juice to add to it. Setting things up on a tray, she headed upstairs, grabbing a notebook and pen on her way up to the room Svetlana was located in. Knocking on the door softly, she stood back a pace or two so she wasn't crowding the door. "Hello? I've brought some breakfast, I was wondering if you would like to eat with me, miss?" she called in a gentle, even tone, not overly loud.

So, I had been going to find you, and all that, but that didn't happen and looking outside, I'm thinking it's not the day either. Anyways--just checking in. Emma and I are in a house on a street that magically appeared yesterday, so that's fun. Esme's here, and Dale.

I had found Hannah and had her here but now she's gone again. And oh, yes, she's in a house with Eris.

Joy woke up from another dream with a shout. "Abby!" she shouted out, sitting up in the bed with her arms outstretched. Of course. Just another stupid, fucking dream. Taking them away from me again. She curled up on the bed, her knees almost touching her nose. "Hush little baby, don't say a word, momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird..." She rocked back and forth for a moment before it dawned on her that she was... someplace else.

Weather: Hello, nasty, kicked up insane snowstorm. The power flickers on and off all day, sometimes going out for half an hour at a time(though oddly, the computers seem to be on their own power source, and never go down). Outside the wind is howling, the snow is raging, and even seeing across the street is difficult. Woah nelly, is there a world of cold, snowy doom outside. Travel anywhere isn't advised, and is in fact, very difficult.

Events: It must be groundhog day! Today dawns exactly the same as yesterday. Meaning everything that was moved is exactly where it had been the day before. Anyone who hopped households is right back where they started. Everything down to the placement of items in the rooms in the houses has been re-set. Food has been re-stocked. The only changes are to people in some households. Drew and Jeremy have been removed from the house they were staying at over night, and instead Joy has been put into Jeremy's old room. Trevor has also disappeared overnight.

The households are as follows:
Leah, Trent, Scott, Saj and Will staying at 2 Oakdale Drive

Again, no one will have any memory of being moved, they will only recall falling asleep last night wherever they went to lie down.

The rest of the town is still boarded up tight. All other houses are locked up tight, and anyone wanting to get inside may have to resort to use of a chainsaw or two. All public buildings are the same, and the power seems to be out in them as well.

All public buildings are completely emptied. Stores, the rec center, the bowling alley, everything, it's all emptied out.

If you have any events or anything going on which you think warrants a mention in the time update, please let us know!

His wheelchair was still a piece of uncomfortable stained shit, but at least it got him where he wanted it to now without a lot of hard work and an annoying squeak. Most of the rust was gone from the wheels and it moved smoothly. Hell, the thing shone in places, but then Brett had worked like hell on the fucking thing all day. Or most of the day. It was easier than thinking about things anyway. Things like the fact that his room might be liveable, but the kitchen was a fucking death-trap and he couldn't get himself to go in there. The galley shape meant that he wasn't convinced he'd be able to turn round once he entered and it'd kicked up his claustrophobia like nothing else. So, right now, he was fucking starving. So far today he'd managed to find some food in his bags, along with the note from Eris. He'd balled it up and thrown it away. She was a fucking liar, she'd lied to him - he wouldn't put it past her to lie to him about not lying to him. People couldn't be trusted. People were just waiting for the angles. She'd even admitted it to his face. What she'd been - clearly what she still was. And he'd given her the benefit of the fucking doubt. He'd been understanding. He'd been a fucking fool who deserved everything he fucking got and it was better off that she was out of his fucking life.

He was sat out on the porch at the front of the house, recovering from his latest attempt to brave the kitchen. Latest failed attempt. He needed the air, so he was sat there, in his piece of crap chair, eyes closed, head back a little, just breathing. It was cold, but he'd lived through colder. There was the smell of impending snow in the air - he refused to think about what that would mean for her if all the houses were locked up. Or worry about whether she'd taken her meds today. Fuck her. Fuck all of them. He just wanted to be alone.

She'd done what she'd wanted to do, which was drive until she was out of gas. She noticed, even, that the cars they'd ditched before weren't there anymore. Unless she just didn't get as far, which was entirely possible. Likely, even, considering she hadn't even had a full tank of gas to begin with. The engine coughed for a while, sputtered, died, and went quiet. Which left her with nothing but a dead car and...whatever she'd kept of her own possessions. Really, she probably should have taken a few more things. However, at the time, she'd just wanted out of there as fast as humanly possible.

As she leaned back in the seat of the car, she watched out the windshield, as the day faded into night. It got dark early, though she had no real concept of what time it might be. She didn't even know what time she'd woken up, or left. Vaguely, the question of whether or not she'd taken her medication flitted across the back of her mind, but she couldn't remember. And while she could have dug them out of her things, she couldn't be bothered. That sort of mentality was pushed more forward when it started to snow. Getting out of the vehicle to lean against it, head tilted back, she watched the flakes coming down. And they weren't little light fluffy things, it was heavy, serious snow.

As she shifted to push up onto the hood, leaning back against it like the day she and Brett had first taken off...she let it fall down on her, letting the snow drop onto her skin then melt. Her eyes fell shut, and it was with a surprising amount of detachment that she figured she was going to die. It was snowing now, and while she had her thermal sleeping bag, and something resembling shelter, there wasn't any real heat source. She'd die. She'd freeze to death.

I don't know if this is going to work. I've tried this three times now, but the fucking power keeps going out. At any rate, I just thought maybe we should do a check-in thing on the computers to make sure everyone was accounted for, particularly if the storm gets bad outside.

Anyways. This is Esme, and it looks like we're at 2 Maple Street, although I don't think this street was here before. Unless there's still someone hiding out, there's 4 of us here: Me, Dale, Emma, and Jason. Is there anyone else out there or are we the only ones left?

Eris had gotten her shit together in her room, which really hadn't taken her that long. It wasn't as if she had a ton of stuff with her in the first place. Just things for their journey. Which...well, she didn't need anymore, now did she? Brett was pissed, and was probably disowning her, finally. Funny, how it was over something he got the truth over. She should have just lied to him like everyone else. Would have been easier. But no, she had her stupid truth thing with him. Fucking stupid.

Shane, being that he lived there, was unaware anything was weird. Well...maybe that Jillian wasn't in bed with him, but she could have gotten up earlier than he had. Getting up and going to the bathroom that adjoined his room, he showered, then changed, heading downstairs to drop onto the sofa in the living room, turning video games on. Nothing like starting the day killing zombies. Or, that was his theory and he was sticking the fuck to it. It was that or really think about things, which he'd been steadfastly avoiding doing. Like the scratch on his cheek from that crazy girl. Or the fact that he'd pulled the trigger of his gun.

Sure, it hadn't gone off, but that was hardly the point, was it? The fact was it should have. Which meant he had the balls to pull the trigger on someone--something he had not known before? And really rather wished he didn't now, either. Thus--massive avoidance. And video games. Very much video games.